Full-Time Magister: Can My Magic Cultivate Itself?

Lin Chen sat there blankly, his gaze sweeping across the bustling aisle, watching the beautiful flight attendant's graceful figure disappear at the end of the carriage.

He slowly opened his right hand. The foreign sensation from the small wad of paper in his palm and the lingering faint scent of perfume clearly reminded him that everything that had just happened, that alluring touch, was definitely not a hallucination.

Lin Chen unfolded the paper, revealing a neatly written phone number with a playful lipstick mark at the end.

"My God..." Lin Chen leaned back in his chair, his lips curving into a wild smile, a feeling that was both absurd and novel welling up inside him.

"In my previous life, the kind of scene where a beautiful woman takes the initiative to throw herself into your arms and flirt with you was a privilege that only the richest man or the most handsome man in the world could enjoy."

"I never imagined that I, Lin Chen, would one day experience the thrill of 'protagonist halo' simply by conjuring a fireball!"

However, after a brief period of excitement and novelty, Lin Chen's eyes quickly regained their clarity.

This was indeed a pleasant little incident, but for a transmigrator aiming to reach the pinnacle of magic, it was merely a small surprise on the way back.

A few hours later, the bullet train smoothly pulled into Lucheng Station.

Stepping off the platform, a slightly damp southern breeze greets you.

Lin Chen stood beside the trash can, gently picking up the note with lipstick stains between two fingers.

With a thought, the perfect crimson star trail in his mental world lit up slightly.

"Sizzle—"

A tiny flame, yet containing astonishing heat, leaped out of his fingertips like an elf.

The flames instantly engulfed the paper; there was no black smoke, only pure burning.

In the blink of an eye, the note carrying tender thoughts turned to ashes and vanished without a trace with the wind of Xiamen.

Lin Chen clapped his hands casually, turned around, and strode towards the long-distance bus station.

Next, we transferred to a bus in Lucheng and continued our journey along the winding mountain road toward the remote but vibrant city of Bocheng.

By the time the bus finally stopped at the old station in Bocheng, it was completely dark. The distant snow-capped peaks were just blurry outlines in the night, and the biting wind was much more piercing than in Modu.

Lin Chen, carrying his bag, returned to his apartment complex with practiced ease. He climbed the stairs, took out his key, and unlocked the door.

The room was pitch black, and the air was chilly, as if it hadn't been ventilated for a long time.

"Looks like Uncle is still working overtime at the Magic Association and hasn't come back yet."

Lin Chen pressed the switch in the dark. Looking at the familiar furnishings, the fatigue from the long journey immediately welled up in his heart.

He casually tossed his backpack onto the sofa, walked to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator door, and quickly made himself a hot dinner using the few eggs and noodles that were left inside.

As the clock struck ten o'clock at night, heavy footsteps and the sound of keys turning finally came from outside the door.

As soon as the door was pushed open, an extremely sharp, somewhat oppressive invisible wave swept across the entire living room.

As an experienced mid-level mage, Yang Zuohe immediately sensed the presence of another person in the house the moment he stepped into the door!

But the next second, when he saw the boy sitting on the sofa, holding a water glass and grinning at him, that sharp aura vanished instantly, replaced by a look of astonishment and surprise.

"Xiao Chen?! Why are you back all of a sudden? Why didn't you tell your uncle beforehand that you were on winter break? I could have picked you up at the station!"

As Yang Zuohe changed his shoes, he couldn't help but complain, but the joy in his voice was undeniable.

"I just wanted to give you a surprise." Lin Chen chuckled.

Yang Zuohe shook his head helplessly, walked to the sofa, sat down, and poured himself a glass of warm water. Just as he picked up the glass to drink, his keen mid-level mage intuition once again sensed something was wrong.

He stopped what he was doing, his brows furrowed slightly, and his gaze fixed intently on Lin Chen.

In Yang Zuohe's perception, Lin Chen was surrounded by an extremely active, even somewhat frenzied, fire elemental aura!

This kind of aura is definitely not something a beginner who is still struggling to control the stars and restraining their spiritual power could exude.

This is clearly... the aftereffects left after the star trail connection is successful and magical energy flows through the entire body!

"Xiao Chen, your breath..." Yang Zuohe's voice suddenly rose eight octaves, his hand holding the water glass trembling slightly, ripples spreading across the water inside. "You...you could it be that you've already..."

Seeing his uncle's ghost-like expression, Lin Chen stopped hiding it. He took a deep breath, stretched out his right hand, and snapped his fingers with a "snap".

In an instant, a crimson flame, even more solid and terrifyingly hot than the one on the bullet train, leaped merrily in Lin Chen's palm like a sprite, illuminating the entire living room in a fiery red glow!

"Gulp." Yang Zuohe swallowed hard. Even though he was well-informed, he was still stunned.

"Uncle, on the bullet train back, I successfully controlled seven stars. Now, I'm a beginner mage capable of casting spells!" Lin Chen's eyes gleamed with confidence.

"Good! Good! Good!"

After a brief silence, Yang Zuohe slapped his thigh and stood up excitedly from the sofa, saying "Good!" three times.

His usually serious face was flushed red, and tears of emotion welled up in his eyes.

"Six months! To be able to cast spells in just six months! Such talent would make him a top-tier prospect even among the great families of the capital or the magical city!"

Yang Zuohe paced back and forth in the living room excitedly, as if he could see the hope that Lin Chen would achieve transcendence in the future.

He even wanted to shout, "My nephew has extraordinary talent!"

Several minutes passed before Yang Zuohe forced himself to suppress his overwhelming joy, sat back down on the sofa, and his expression suddenly became extremely solemn.

"Xiao Chen, now that you have successfully mastered magic, there are some things that need to be put on the agenda." Yang Zuohe looked at Lin Chen with bright eyes.

"Tomorrow morning, you'll come with me to the Hunter's Alliance to register your hunter identity!"

"what?"

Upon hearing this, three huge question marks instantly materialized above Lin Chen's head, leaving him completely dumbfounded.

He stared blankly at Yang Zuohe, his mind racing.

Wait a minute! How come the script is completely reversed?

According to the usual novel formula, shouldn't it be that this hot-blooded young man insists on killing demons, and his uncle, as an elder, strongly disagrees, thinking it's too dangerous and doing everything he can to stop him?

Why is it that when it comes to me, my parents are actively trying to send me into a den of monsters?!

Seeing Lin Chen's dumbfounded and utterly bewildered expression, Yang Zuohe couldn't help but chuckle, but his tone remained serious as he explained the reason:

"Don't you think your uncle is too cruel? Xiao Chen, you must remember, as magicians, our power is not for show."

"Once you embark on this path, one day you will have to confront those bloodthirsty and brutal demons! This is the destiny of every magician!"

A hint of the old hunter's steely resolve and world-weariness flashed in Yang Zuohe's eyes:

"I know you did very well at Shanghai No. 3 High School, but the closed-door training in school will never teach you how to stay calm in the face of life and death."

"So, while you're back in Bo City and I'm watching over you, go and take on some basic bounties. Find a few weak demons with the lowest strength to practice on, see some blood, and get used to the feeling of brushing shoulders with death."

At this point, Yang Zuohe paused, a shrewd glint flashing in his eyes:

"Furthermore, I know that when you reach the second semester of your junior year, the school will arrange extremely rigorous outdoor training! That directly affects your scores for applying to top universities!"

"If you can accumulate experience fighting demons and monsters half a year in advance, and then shine brightly during the training, wouldn't you be able to choose between Pearl Academy and Imperial Academy?"

Hearing Yang Zuohe's insightful words, Lin Chen's doubts vanished instantly, replaced by an extremely strong sense of warmth.

It turns out that his uncle had already laid out the most perfect and solid early development path for him in his mind!

"I understand, Uncle! We'll go tomorrow!" Lin Chen nodded heavily, his eyes burning with fighting spirit.